Piltover, Thursday 8:30am

Caitlyn stared out the passenger window, the morning sun blinking in between the skyscrapers that blurred past her. She sipped her morning tea, its warmth enveloping her with its calming scent and warming her hands nicely despite the chill of the morning air. Caitlyn relished in the quiet now before she began her day at the station.

"You okay there?" Jayce asked as he pulled up to a red light, flipping the left turn signal on and glancing over and Caitlyn.

She turned to him, smiling gently, "Of course. Just preparing myself for work." She sipped her tea again, nodding at the now green light.

Jayce sped forward, following the line of traffic and turning into the right lane of the street, "I have to make sure my love is okay." He smiled that gentle smile that always made Caitlyn feel warm inside.

He flipped the right turn signal, and swerved into what looked like a back alley that looped around a building, but it was the loop around the police station which also led to the police parking in the back. Jayce drove around to the back of the building and a small line of cars faced the back wall, quiet and silent. Only one parking space near the back door was empty, but it would not be occupied today. He put the car in park and turned towards Caitlyn, "You sure you're okay?"

Caitlyn laughed quietly, "Quit worrying. You'll turn into my mother like that." Caitlyn opened the door, and slung her bag over her shoulder, her tea in her opposite hand. "Thank you for driving me and fixing the car."

"Anything for you honey. It'll be good as new by the end of the day for you." Jayce responded, smiling, "Now, you have a good day. I'll be in the lab if you need to call me."

"You have a good day too love." Caitlyn responded, pushing the door closed with her forearm, and heading for the back door. With that, she heard the engine rev, and saw Jayce disappear down the road and back out towards the main street.

Caitlyn flashed her ID badge at the keypad, and the red light turned green for her. She stepped inside, the green light turning red again as she opened the door. A rush of cool air hit her, and she shivered a bit. She sipped her tea and made her way down the small hall and turning right down a longer hall with a set of doors on the left and a set of elevators on the right, with another door at the end of the hall.

Her boots clicked on the floor with authority, echoing throughout the silent corridor as she made her way to the last door on the left. As she came up on the door, it was ajar, revealing a desk in front of a glass window that faced the lobby. The receptionist sat working intently on a paper.

"Good morning, Shelby." Caitlyn called, flashing her ID badge at the keypad for the elevators directly across. As the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, she heard a "good morning sheriff" from the other side of the door. Caitlyn smiled to herself, watching the doors close on her and take her up to her office. The morning news played quietly from a speaker in the corner, followed by a ping and the doors opening to the detective's floor.

A series of desks lined a center aisle, leading to the back offices as well as the break room. The smell of coffee filled the air, and Caitlyn scrunched her nose slightly. There were about ten people sitting at their desks, running reports and doing paperwork of different kinds. She heard the news playing on the TV to her left. As she made her way down the aisle, she heard several voices mumble "good morning sheriff". She replied with a curt "good morning" to each, punching in her ID number to the keypad of her office. With an audible click, she pushed the door open and flipped the light switch. She quickly set her things in her locker behind her desk, and took her tea into the break room to re fill for the day.

As Caitlyn finished steeping her tea, she heard a hard voice behind her. "Good morning, sheriff." She turned around to her deputy, a tall, dark skinned man leaning against the doorway.

Caitlyn smiled warmly, "Good morning Marcus. How has this morning been going so far?"

"It's the same as usual. Nothing very exciting." Marcus walked over to pour a cup of coffee, straight black and rather unpleasant to Caitlyn's liking.

He chuckled, "One day coffee will actually kill you." He sipped his coffee, peering over the rim at her with dark brown eyes.

A loud buzzer sound went off outside the break room, causing Marcus and Caitlyn to jump slightly. He sighed, mumbled something under his breath and headed out towards his office. Just moments after he disappeared, the sound stopped and she heard her name being called. She grabbed her tea and rushed out to Marcus, who was concentrating on something on his screen.

"Sheriff, our mining facility out south just got attacked." Marcus looked up at her, his jaw hard set.

Her face set into a look of stone, and without a word Caitlyn went to her office and hit a red button beside the door.

The emergency lights began running, and as her colleagues looked up at them, she barked, "Attack on southern mining facility, I want to know every single person working there today, paramedics out and the fire squad en route, now!" With those orders, her crew blazed into action, calling the hospital and fire squad, pulling up profiles of all workers.

"Marcus, find out who launched this attack." Caitlyn felt him behind her waiting orders.

"How? I won't be there to investigate."

Caitlyn turned enough make eye contact with Marcus, "I will be heading down there myself. I will radio in my findings to you. Keep the crew here tracking the miners. I will not leave that facility without assurance of every single soul accounted for."

Marcus's face paled, "Ma'am, why such drastic measures? This seems a bit much."

Caitlyn turned around to fully face Marcus, her eyes cold, "Nobody attacks a mining facility." She looked away at the floor, thinking hard about the attacker or even attackers before asking, "Are you still researching C?"

Marcus hesitated, "Yes ma'am. I recruited my best detectives and our top spies. We have yet to find a valid lead."

Caitlyn looked up at him, seeming to stare through him, thinking intently. "Continue your investigating on C. Leave all possible leads on my desk, regardless of validity. I have work to do."